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Was he dreaming about something good?

Mo Huaifeng was puzzled at heart as he gingerly sat up and got out of bed, as he was scared of making noise, he directly walked barefoot to Ji Zhiyao's bedside.

Then moved as lightly as possible to tug at the blanket and cover him.

Ji Zhiyao was in very deep sleep, not moving at all throughout everything.

Was he a pig?

Mo Huaifeng raised the corner of his lips for a second.

Then tiptoed on light steps out of the room.

…

Unsure of how long after, Ji Zhiyao sat up in his bed with a confused expression.

Turning his head, he saw Mo Huaifeng seated on the bed, holding his laptop, seemingly watching videos.

Ji Zhiyao rubbed his eyes. "Captain, when did I fall asleep?"

Mo Huaifeng lifted his eyes to glance at him. "I don't know."

"Okay."

Since they did not have a match, what time he slept and what time he woke up didn't matter at all.